So I was lucky enough to have the company of one of my best friends come up from Arizona to spend some time in the Alaskan wilderness. We did all the Alaskan things- we ate 'but cheeks (halibut), took a hike through the woods of Girdwood, drank coffees... you know, the usuals.
But there was one particular evening that I've remembered with fondness. My dad took my friend, her name is Kate, and myself down to Homer to spend the weekend. Now of course we got there a little later in the evening, for I believe that it was actually the Fourth of July, but better late than never!
It was a magical evening. We zoomed out there on the ocean blue, parked the boat, and began to fish. There was Ed playing there in the background, the sun was dipping low beneath the horizon (but not all the way, if you remember how Alaskan summers are!), and we were out there in shorts at midnight fishing for halibut.
It was great. We had ginger beers, the loll of the waves rocking us from side to side, and it was just an incredible feeling to be out there, away from the hustle and the screens.. with my best friend and dad.
And we caught fish! With patience comes reward, and that certainly came. There were proud smiles all around and when the cold got to our bare legs, we called it a night, but not before heavy jamming as we pulled into the harbour for the night.
Good times, good times.
There's nothing like the big ocean blue to have by yourself..
Captain Krull.. the finest in the land!
Cheers to some good luck!
Ahoy! Fish on.
Can you believe that it's midnight in this picture??